Chapter 493

The pace of Perilla is very light, as if doing a very happy thing.

Yang Xiaotian's heart is too heavy to breathe because of her light steps.

All of a sudden, he put his palm on the bed and flew out to hold her.

"Susu, you're too slow. I'll go back now."

The action of Perilla stopped abruptly, and her body suddenly froze.

He was right behind her, his hands around her waist, his chin under her shoulder, his mouth to her ear.

As soon as she spoke, a warm breath came into her ears.

Because he was ill, his body was hotter than most people, and perilla felt like it was next to a stove.

Under the high temperature, her brain seemed to be unable to react for a moment and could only be held by him.

Until his hoarse noise came out again——

"Don't go, will you?"

He wanted to let her go, but he found that he couldn't, he couldn't watch her go.

She is so cruel that she will never see her again.

The thought that he would never see her again made me panic.

He wanted to try again. If she was willing to stay, he would treat her well. He would never hurt her, disturb her or pit her again.

He would hold her in the palm of his hand and hurt.

After asking this sentence, Yang Xiaotian's heart jumped up.

Tension, never before.

When zisu heard his voice, she suddenly recovered.

She was shocked to feel that the man sticking behind her sent out a strong sense of reluctance.

Is he so reluctant to part with himself?

Why?

She didn't know what she was good at and why he was so reluctant to give up?

But no matter why, it can't be a stumbling block for her.

Do not say she does not love him, even if she loves him, she will not stay.

The palace is a place where people eat without spitting bones. It's also a cage with canaries. She doesn't like it.

Perilla closed her eyes, gently took a breath and said in a cool voice, "let go."

Just two words, but as if without temperature, listen to Yang Xiaotian heart a Zheng, suddenly relaxed.

He said he just wanted to try again.

Now that she has tried, she still insists on going. It seems that he has no reason to stop her or persuade himself to stop her again.

"Let's go, let's go..."

He murmured, slowly back away from her, control yourself to stop her, let her go like this.

Zisu thought that the evil prince began to pester himself again. He didn't want to say "let go". He retreated obediently.

She was shocked and wanted to look back at his expression.

But she didn't. she held back. She didn't want to make trouble.

She clenched her lips and looked at the sky outside the east palace. It was so blue, beautiful and free.

That's what she yearns for, isn't it?

"Goodbye." She said in a cool voice, meditating that it would be better not to see her again, so as not to hurt others and herself.

With these last two words, she strode towards the door without looking back.

Yang Xiaotian doesn't want to see her, but he can't help going to see her.

Looking at her more and more far away from himself, his heart seemed to be hollowed out. It was very painful, but it seemed that he didn't feel it.

All of a sudden, his chest turned, his face became extremely ugly, and he couldn't help himself, "poof", a mouthful of blood gushed out!

His body was about to fall from afar, as if he would fall down at any time. He held the table beside him, trying to stabilize his body.

His eyes were like flowers, looking straight ahead, but he could see only one outline.

But even if it was just a silhouette, he couldn't help but look at it.

He felt that if he did not look, he would never see again.

Zisu, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped when she heard the movement behind her.

Almost out of his control, he suddenly turned back.

From a distance of ten or so steps, she saw him standing there precariously. The corners of his mouth were stained with a little dark red blood, and lost the original color.His eyes were confused, as if he were looking at himself, and as if he didn't see clearly.

He was clearly in a state of extreme weakness, but he was holding on.

Why is he doing this? Did he really let go? Do you really want to let yourself go? That's why I can't let myself fall?

"Your Highness?" Perilla moved her lips and cried. She couldn't bear to see him like this. Her shoulder moved slightly and she was ready to turn around and look back at him.

However, he waved his hand and stopped: "since you're gone, don't turn around again. If you turn around, there is no guarantee that the palace will let you go. "

He was telling the truth. He almost exhausted all his strength when he said these words. Every time he said a word, blood would spill out from the corner of his mouth.

Perilla's body froze with his threat, and his face suddenly changed when he saw the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't talk, your highness. Don't talk!"

He looks terrible now. His illness seems to be getting worse again.

Perilla's heart is all pulled into a ball.

He finally agreed to let himself go, and he was only one step away from the east palace.

But at this time, he let his heart hurt so much.

Didn't he have heart disease since he was a child? No excitement, no anger, no mood swings.

Why did he make himself so embarrassed for a little girl?

Perilla suddenly afraid, afraid that after he left, he will not get sick.

Yang Xiaotian looked at her face, tangled to stand in place, heart suddenly sweet and bitter.

Sweetly, no matter how much she hates herself, she can't watch herself die.

Bitter but must be hurt to die soon, she will show a trace of worry about themselves?

Yang Xiaotian gently took a breath, moved his lips and said, "go, go! This palace does not need your sympathy! "

The last sentence, he almost roared out, not only shocked the Perilla scalp numbness, but also after he finished, his face was as gray as dirt, and there was no color at all.

Only then did his body sway more severely, and he fell to the ground——

"No"

Perilla watched him fall, gave out a cry of pain, flew up, jumped over and caught him.

"Your Highness, your highness, you will be OK, you will be ok..."

Perilla supported him and said anxiously, taking him to the bed and placing him on the bed.

Maybe because she had practiced martial arts with her master, her strength was much stronger than before, or maybe several serious diseases had made him so thin that even she could help him.

Perilla lying on the side of the bed, nervously looking at the people on the bed, murmured: "you will be OK, you will be ok... Don't worry... I will save you..."